Sawyer had never been so happy to see the inside of Fangtasia as she was then. It meant she was home back in Louisiana. She sat at one of the tables and smiled when Eric came out of the office talking with Chow. She tuned them out knowing they were talking about business. She flipped open her cell phone when it rang.

"Howdy," she said.

"Sawyer, thank God, Sookie just called me and told me what happened," Sam said sighing in relief that she was fine.

"You know one of these days I am going to duck tape Sookie's mouth shut and tie her up just so that I can be able to tell people my own damn news."

"I would like to see you try. Listen, I am going to give you a couple of weeks off with pay."

"Sam-."

"If you need more, you just tell me. I don't want anything to happen to you or those babies."

"Sam, I can't let you do that."

"Well, you are going to let me do it. I am also giving you a raise."

"Dammit, Sam."

"I'll see you later."

Eric walked over to the table and watched as Sawyer let her head drop and bang on the table. He sat beside her and raised an eyebrow. He watched as she lifted her head and looked at him. She raked her hands though her hair. She sighed and then stood up grabbing her bag from the back of her chair. He grabbed her arm and gently stroked her skin with his thumb.

"And where are you going?" he asked looking into her eyes.

"To kill Sookie and Sam. Haven't decided how I am going to do it. Any suggestions?" she asked walking over to him and straddling him.

"Well, first you need to make it look like an accident. Maybe an explosion?" Eric said kissing along her jaw.

"Hmmm... Too easy, I'm thinking more painful."

Sawyer kissed Eric and ran her fingers though his hair. She wanted more than anything to distract him so that maybe he would finally tell her what he was hiding from her. She pulled away and nuzzled her face against his. She opened her eyes and looked straight into his pale blue depths and knew that she wanted to be with him forever. She had never, ever felt that strongly about anyone in her life before. She smiled and ran her fingers down his chest tracing his muscles though his shirt.

"I'm going to head home and get some rest," she said softly.

"I'll come in a couple of hours. There are some things I need to handle here," Eric told her.

"You don't have to. I know that the club needs you. I think I can handle one night without you."

"Mmm, but I don't think I can handle a night without you."

"Well, Mr. Northman, you are just going to have to learn, aren't you?"

Eric let Sawyer pull away from him and stand up. He watched as she turned around. As she turned he could see her stomach rounding more. He knew that soon everyone would be able to tell that she was pregnant. He watched as she walked towards the door and pushed it open. She turned back once and blew him a kiss. And then she was gone. He stood up and smiled. He turned and saw Pam walking towards him with a file. She tossed it on the table and looked at him.

"The contracts the realtor needs you to sign. Where's Sawyer?" Pam asked looking around.

"She went back to Sookie's. How soon did Missy say she could get the house fixed up?"

"She said it would take about a month."

"I want it done in half that time."

"Ha, good luck with that. Didn't know you were a miracle worker."

Eric opened the file and signed the contracts. He was now the owner of the old Bellefleur house and surrounding land. He closed the file and smiled. He was going to love surprising Sawyer.

Sawyer walked into Merlotte's and smiled at Tara. Tara waved and shook her head. Sawyer walked up to the bar and tossed her bag on the stool next to her and sat down. Tara came over and smiled at her.

"I see you survived," she said.

"Barely. Dallas is nice and all, but this here is home. "

"What can I get you?"

"Sweet tea, please. Lafayette working tonight?"

"Yeah, he's in the back."

"Good, I have something I need to tell him."

Tara raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything when Sawyer got up and walked to the back. She walked into the kitchen and saw Lafayette grilling behind the grill. She smiled at Terry and patted him on the back as he walked by. She walked over to Lafayette and stood beside him. He turned and looked at Sawyer then went back to grilling.

"I see Eric didn't kill you or chain you up in the basement, hooker, " he replied.

"I'm sorry for what he did to you, Lafayette and... If it hurts you or scares you too much, I won't talk about him around you or make you have to sit in the same room with him. You're my friend, one of the few people I have learned I can count on, and I don't want to do anything to lose that," Sawyer explained.

"Damn, sugar, you won't lose me but... Have you lost your cotton picking mind? He is one of the worst mother fuckers I have ever met and yous want to build a life with that? And here I thought Tara was the crazy bitch around here."

"I heard that Lafayette!" Tara yelled from the bar.

"Like I care hooker!"

Sawyer felt tears coming to her eyes. She knew that people didn't see Eric the way she did. He never let them see that part of him. She didn't know why. It wasn't weakness or anything. She wiped away her tears and smiled when Lafayette wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close.

"You just don't see the side of him that I do. I wish you could but I understand how you feel about him. I won't push you two together to try and mend fences. You hate him and I understand that," she said tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Damn it, hooker, you just had to go and be all fucking understanding about it," Lafayette sighed hugging her.

"You don't-."

"Shut your mouth. I can handle being around his pale white ass for you. But I swear if that mother fucker so much as make you cry one goddamn tear, I am going to send his ass back to the mother fucking stone age. Alright?"

"Alright, Lafayette."

"Now, go sit your skinny ass down while I make you some food, bitch."

"Aye Aye, whore."

Lafayette let go of Sawyer and watched her walk out of the kitchen. He sighed and swore softly to himself. He wanted Sawyer happy but damn it all to hell; did the person who made her happy have to be Eric Northman? What were with his friends and picking up vampires? Weren't there any straight men left in this town?

Sawyer finished eating her hamburger and sipped the rest of her sweet tea. She pushed her plate away and grabbed her bag and pulled out her notebook. She flipped through the pages and found where she had left off. She started writing again not aware of much of anything that was happening outside of her booth.

Finn walked into Merlotte's Bar and Grill and looked around. He had found out this was where his sister was working and had been hoping to case the place without her being there. He wanted to know the layout and everything just in case there was no choice but to attack her here. He walked over to the bar and sat down ordering a beer. He looked around but didn't see any vampires yet. He knew that there were two vampires living in Bon Temps; a Jessica Hamby and a Bill Compton. Bill had been the vampire that had got away when they had sent Griffin to kill Sawyer and her friends. Finn knew for a fact that the vampires killed him. Sawyer couldn't hurt a fly.

He looked around the room and stopped when he came to a booth. He saw a girl sitting in it wearing a black sundress. She had green and purple streaks in her hair and he suddenly recognized her. She had been in Tulsa in the bar. He knew in his heart that that was Sawyer. She had come after him but like always had chickened out at the last minute. She had always been the weak link in their family and Finn could not forgive her for getting their father killed. He grabbed his beer and walked over to her booth.

Sawyer twisted a piece of her hair around her pen as she thought about what to write next. She looked up when someone slid into her booth. Her heart stopped when she saw it was her twin brother. She heard the soft cock of the safety of a gun and knew that he had pulled a piece on her. She dropped her pen and glared at him forcing herself not to feel fear. The last thing she needed was Eric storming in here. She also needed to stay calm so she could use her ability effectively. If she got to emotional it would get out of control and could hurt her friends in the bar.

"Sawyer, long time no see," he said smiling at her.

"Not long enough for me, Finn," she answered closing her notebook and shoving it in her bag.

"Still writing lies, I see."

"You wouldn't know the truth if it bit you in the ass."

"Where's your lover, Northman?"

Sawyer felt herself start to panic, "Who?"

"Don't lie to me, little sister. I know that you are involved with Eric Northman, who owns Fangtasia. Which should any minute now be burning to the ground with him in it."

Finn saw the look of horror on Sawyer's face. Perfect, sometimes the truth placed more fear in a person then lies. His mother had taught him that. He watched as Sawyer placed her hands on the table. He placed a little bit of pressure on the trigger of his gun.

"Call it off, Finn. Call them off," she begged softly.

"It's only right. An eye for an eye the bible said. He and his friend killed Griffin, so I have to kill them."

"They didn't kill Griffin, you low life son of a bitch."

"Do not call Momma a bitch."

"You're right, she isn't a bitch. She is just a crazy mother fucking whore!"

Sawyer didn't see the slap coming but she felt it. Finn slapped her hard across the face with the hand that was holding the gun. She spit out blood and touched her lip gently. She winced feeling her busted lip. She turned and saw that he had climbed outside of the booth and pointing the gun at her head. Everything in the bar had become still and quiet as death. She looked at Terry coming out from the kitchen and signalled with her eyes for him to leave it alone.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Tara yelled.

"What should have been done long ago," Finn said looking at his sister. He knew his mother would be angry but he didn't care. He pulled the trigger.

Eric sat on the chair in front of everyone on the stage. He flipped open his cell phone to check for messages but there were none. He stopped when he felt this ache that seemed to flow though his body. He knew right away that something was wrong with Sawyer. He got up and Pam came to him immediately. He went to walk by her but she stopped him.

"That scent from Tulsa, you know the bar where Sawyer was," she started.

"Yes, I know what about it?"

"It's here, Eric. I think that those men from the bar are here."

Eric stopped and smelled the air. Pam was right. The men who had been sitting in the corner were here. He could smell all of their scents. He turned and looked at Pam. He nodded his head and watched as she turned to inform the other vampires in the bar. Now all he had to do was think of a way to get rid of the tourists and innocent humans and he could have his way with the bastards who thought that they could harm him and Sawyer. He marched over to the bar to talk to the bartender. He felt that ache go though his body again but knew that he couldn't rush off to check on Sawyer. He needed to quickly take care of things here before he could check on Sawyer. He hated being torn this way but he couldn't help it. His duty as Sheriff came before Sawyer. No matter how much it hurt him.